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A Moment Without Need

May 25, 2010

dandelions-blowing-in-the-wind-1Today after writing for 8 hours straight I decided to take a break. I walked over to High Park and came upon a path I’ve walked a hundreds times before. But today was different. From what seemed like out of nowhere, I stepped into a rainfall of dandelion petals. They flew as high as I could see and completely surrounded me; it was like a scene from a movie. It was so beautiful I could barely breathe. People walked in front of me and behind me to cross the path, not even stopping to notice what was happening. And as I stood there, relishing the moment, unable to move, I was brought to tears. They were in part due to being deeply moved by something so rare and beautiful, and in part because it saddened me that no one else noticed; that something so magical to me was so ordinary to most. But above all, the cause for my tears was that it dawned on me how rare it is these days, for me to experience a moment of pure stillness.

Recently there has been a consistent sense of urgency in my life to ‘do’ something, to ‘go’ somewhere, to ‘complete’ something. I’m a busy gal with lots of deadlines.

Yet, in that moment of spaciousness, standing still among the dandelions became the most important thing I had to do.

It was a moment without need.

And I began to weep because it’s been a while since I’ve had a moment like that. It felt profound and overwhelming. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. It didn’t matter that my foot was injured, that I didn’t have a partner, how much money I made or how quickly I completed my book. All that mattered was that moment. It was just me and the dandelions.

I want more dandilion moments.

Think I’m going to create some. ;)

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Thanks for the Hate Mail

May 11, 2010

playTwo years ago I created a persona for myself called “Super Spiritual Girl” in which I offer videos I’ve created. In my opinion, it’s a great name; it’s catchy and playful. And “playful” is something I need more of in my life. It’s a great reminder for me, as I tend to take things far too seriously, much of the time. Still, my comfort level with the name wavers. I met a woman recently, who asked me why I’m not stepping into the Super Spiritual Girl persona more. She loves the name and I suggested I could have a lot more fun with it. I agreed, and tried to explain my resistance to it; why I wasn’t playing it up more. It’s a simple reason: Fear.

Not everyone likes the name. I recorded some videos on a Youtube channel (http://www.youtube.com/user/superspiritualgirl) and one guy (We’ll call him “Buddy”) has e-mailed me on two separate occasions with the exact same message, dissing my videos and the name. I deleted his emails upon reading but now I wish I had kept them to share… Essentially, he suggested if I were “really” spiritual I would never have referred to myself as “Super Spiritual Girl”, that it’s an oxymoron and said some unkind words that I can’t recall now. He was definitely not a fan.

First I felt annoyed: he obviously didn’t get the tongue-and-cheek nature of the name. But what dawned on me next, was that beneath my annoyance, lay insecurity and fear. I wondered how many other people agreed with Buddy, didn’t “get” my intention and thought I was a fraud. The truth is, if I randomly came across one of my videos, depending on my mood, I might think the exact same thing. Who knows?

The woman I met with recently reminded me of the Marianne Williamson poem entitled “Our deepest Fear”. There is one line in it that I’ve heard many times, but suddenly resonated deeply:

“Your playing small does not serve the world”.

The definition of courage is feeling fear and doing what your afraid of anyways. I’ve done a lot of bold things in my life, many of which I’ve been terrified of. When you put yourself out there, there’s an obvious risk of receiving criticism. And sometimes, it’s going to sting.

So in the end, I was grateful for the hate mail, as it helped me to become more conscious of the fear I feel around stepping into my own light. I have a clear intention: to support others as best as I can through creative expression. And this helped to confirm that I’m gonna keep doing what I’m doing, with as MUCH playfulness and boldness as I can, and if some people don’t like it, we’ll that’s just fine. But I can’t please everyone, and know it would be stupid to try.

And just to be clear Buddy, I don’t actually think that “spiritual superhero’s” exist, but if they did, I’d make a pretty damn good one. ;)

Our Deepest Fear by Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,

gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking

so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, as children do.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.

It is not just in some; it is in everyone.

And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give

other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our fear,

our presence automatically liberates others.

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Yogihead: Yoga Inspired Music that’ll Turn you On.

April 27, 2010

yogiheadI’ll admit it. Yogihead gets me hot. It’s described as “Innovative Music for Yoga Practice and Meditation” but this CD gets into my mind and body in a way that “yoga music” typically doesn’t.

The truth is, and I’ve got to be honest here, I tend not to listen to music when I meditate and only occasionally do while practicing yoga, but this is a disk I’m gonna do some vinyas to and encourage you do the same.

Yogihead takes you on a journey. The experience at times is intimately intense; ambient waves softly flowing around, beneath and through you, while other times, it’s a pulsing rhythmic ride. The strings are beautiful and haunting. The syncopated beats offer a mixture of sweet melancholic lullabies, and stormy deep crescendos. Musically, it brought to mind a combination of Brian Eno and Massive Attack with a down tempo yoga infused flair. I’m a musician and I know good music. I also know that when something moves deeply through your body, creating what is beyond a simple listening experience, it’s doing what it’s supposed to. The Yogihead CD offers a trip: at times invoking deep emotion and other times, inspiring some free form movin’ and shakin’. Last night I listened to it for the third time, chilling out on a date with a bottle of wine. There was no meditation or yoga involved but both of us were in agreement:

Yogihead is hot.

So. If you’re a Yogi, meditator, musician or you just like good music, this disk is for you. If you feel like taking a ride, within your mind, on your yoga mat, or into your bedroom, climb aboard the Yogihead train. Toot Toot!

http://www.yogiheadmusic.com/

To purchase CD: http://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/yogihead/id350700562?uo=6

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We Always Have a Choice

April 20, 2010

For the most part, people perceive me to be a strong woman. I’m independent. I’m confident. I’m one of the last people anyone would expect to end up in a really messed up/borderline abusive relationship, yet somehow, a few years ago, I found myself in one. I couldn’t have predicted it. He adored me. He treated me like a queen. He thought I was perfect. That is, until he inevitably realized that I wasn’t perfect. And once he got comfortable in our relationship he became jealous and controlling. And because he couldn’t control me, he got mean. Later he’d apologize, would promise it would never happen again, but of course it would. I offered him the benefit of the doubt. “Most of the time he was wonderful. He was only that way sometimes,” I’d tell myself. I wanted it to work.

Let me be clear; this is not a pattern for me. I tend to attract healthy, loving, evolved relationships. This behavior was foreign to me, which was part of the reason I didn’t recognize it for what it was. And besides, how could this happen to “ME?”

From the time it became unhealthy, I let it continue for less than three months, but it was exhausting. And I let it go on for three reasons. #1 –I loved him. #2 – I wanted to offer him the opportunity to change. After all, I had made successful shifts in my own life so I wanted to support him in making the changes he strived towards, and #3 I wanted it all: the marriage, kids, house and the white picket fence. And I thought for a time, that I could achieve those things with him. As the rolling stones like to say, “You can’t always get what you want.” Thank god.

I’ll spare you the details of the relationship. Instead, I’ll take you to my breaking point; or perhaps I should refer to it as my “breaking – open” point.

One day, after a fight in which cruel words were spoken, I took a walk near the waterfront. I was crying, exhausted, and had completely lost all perspective. I couldn’t make any decisions with clarity. My tears continued to flow for hours. Eventually when I was too weak to continue, I stopped to sit and meditated on a rock facing the water. I finally found some calm within myself. I could breathe. It was then that I had a conversation with my higher self and asked what to do. I said that I thought I still felt love for him. I said that I desperately wanted this to work but didn’t have any more energy or answers. I said that I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I was at my breaking point. And I still remember this like it was yesterday… That little voice inside replied, saying

You have a choice.”

My tears came to a to stop. And a quote came to mind that I’d always lived by. “You will be treated the way you allow others to treat you.” I put that philosophy into practice for many years. I had learned to demand nothing less, than to be treated with love and respect. I simply wouldn’t respond to anything else. And in that moment it became clear that it was time to stop giving him the benefit of the doubt. I remembered that I had options and one of those options was to leave.

“You have a choice.” I repeated the words out loud to test the freedom they carried, and let them resonate through me. I did have a choice. We always do. And I knew which one I had to make. I took a deep breath, walked home, ended the relationship and never looked back.

I chose me.

freedom


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Spiritual Materialism and Where to Point the Finger

April 12, 2010

I’ve kind of had it up to here with spiritual materialism: people spending $200.00 on yoga outfits, the abundance of self-proclaimed gurus taking ancient Eastern spiritual principles and repackaging them into fragmented Cole’s notes versions, and films that suggest if we simply repeat our daily affirmations we’ll attract the perfect partner and a high paying job. And if don’t attract them, we must be doing it wrong. Suddenly, personal growth is all about outcome. Everybody’s jumping on the spiritual bandwagon. But hey, it’s hip. It’s cool. It’s fun. Let’s all chant, “Namaste,” together!

I don’t know . . . Personally, my spiritual path hasn’t always been so hip, cool and fun. It has often felt beautiful, but along that path there has also been pain. When I was in my early 20’s being spiritual wasn’t hip at all. I spent my evenings hanging out with people 30 years older than I was in Buddhist and meditation classes. I remember feeling isolated, with my mind full of questions, wanting to share my path so desperately. I felt such frustration that everyone my own age was hanging out in bars getting wasted instead of wanting to discuss concepts such as impermanence and emptiness. It was a lonely time. Even now, I consider myself a happy person, but my current path is by no means a simple one. I’m grateful to have connected with an abundance of authentic, aligned seekers and feel no lack of sangha. But similar to when I was younger, I still feel disconnected from the mainstream. Before, this disconnect was due to an absence of spiritual support, and now it involves me questioning the authenticity of fellow seekers and the teachings available. I find myself concerned about what the Westernized spiritual movement has become.

One of my favorite books is Cutting through Spiritual Materialism by Chogyam Trungpa. In it, he offers the following passage about spiritual materialism:

“Walking the spiritual path properly is a very subtle process; it is not something to jump into naively. There are numerous sidetracks which lead to a distorted, ego-centered version of spirituality; we can deceive ourselves into thinking we are developing spiritually when instead we are strengthening our egocentricity through spiritual techniques. This fundamental distortion may be referred to as spiritual materialism.”

I love this quote. It resonates deeply with my experience that walking the spiritual path can be so complex. And part of the reason spiritual materialism irks me is because I feel a responsibility to assist others in their paths, to offer guidance and save them from the struggles I’ve endured. I feel a responsibility to encourage questioning and discernment in order to avoid unconsciously falling prey to blind faith.

Another quote from an unknown source comes to mind: Every time you point the finger of blame, your hand reminds you that there are three fingers pointing back at you and that’s the place to look.” I strive to keep these words in mind, and as they pertain to my own spiritual materialism it’s profoundly easy to catch myself: I observe myself reinforcing my ego, I find myself desiring material goods, and I’m aware that I judge others. Don’t get me wrong. I realize how ironic the entire context of this article is considering the theme. Here I am judging people’s choices, how they teach and practice, making claims about right and wrong, when I’m clear that there IS no right or wrong. I have to ask myself,

Why am I so concerned about how others choose to practice?

Where do I get off judging anyone? Am I so perfect and enlightened? Far from it! Alas, it’s not my job to change the world and save people. It’s my job to walk my path, allow others to do the same, and support them when they ask.

So, yes, we can now find yoga studios selling expensive yoga gear on every second corner. And, yes, there are an abundance of workshops that promise to change your life in a weekend (and charge you an arm and a leg). But in the end I have to ask myself, Are these all such bad things? Different things work for different people. Haven’t I needed to go through extensive exploration of my own and learn what felt right through what felt wrong? At least now as opposed to when I was young, a person can find the support they seek fairly effortlessly. I am deeply grateful for that.

So until I’ve reached enlightenment, at which point none of these things will bother me anyway, I’ll do my best to concern myself solely with my own practice and continue to support others’ choices regardless of what they may be. I may not become a fan of yours on Facebook but in the end, we’re all in this together, non? Hell, I’ll even end here with a cyber-group hug and a big ol’ namaste! ;)

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Getting off Autopilot and into Yum

April 6, 2010

We rarely pay attention to how much of the day we move though on autopilot. We have our schedule and we stick to it. We move from one thing to the next unconsciously as we brush our teeth, make our breakfast, eat our food, and drive to work. Before you know it the day is gone and we have no idea how it’s slipped past us. For years I’ve made a conscious effort to be mindful of this. I’m more successful at being present than ever before, but even still, I catch myself on autopilot more often than I’d like. It’s a hard habit to break.

I teach children music part-time, and it’s easy to slip into autopilot and mentally multitask. Today, I was momentarily in another world, when partway through teaching my second class something brought me out of dreamland.

I teach a sweet boy named Ben who is undiagnosed but clearly developmentally delayed and possibly autistic. He rarely shows expression. When the other kids dance, Ben sits motionless. When we tap our sticks, Ben stuffs them up his pant legs. When we ring bells, Ben sticks them in his mouth.

Today was different. Today while teaching a game, I heard Ben laugh for the first time EVER. I was in my head, planning my afternoon when I heard his laughter, I was immediately brought back into the present, almost moved to tears. I had never before witnessed within him joy, clarity and engagement. He had connected. There was brightness in his eyes. And to think, I could have so easily missed this magical moment.

For the rest of the day I remained fully present. Events stopped being a means to an end. On the way home I slowed down at the red lights with awareness. I took advantage of the opportunity to smile at people, instead of impatiently “waiting” for the lights to change so I could rush on to my next destination. I closed my eyes and heard the birds sing. I felt the cool wind kiss my cheek. I inhaled the sweet smell of coconut sifting through the air. When I got home I ate my food s-l-o-w-l-y at the kitchen table, savoring each bite. I actually tasted my food. Yum. What a concept.

It’s time to get off autopilot.

Tomorrow’s a new day. And my hope is that I’ll continue to be mindful of the present moment; and that when I slip out of that mindfulness, which undoubtedly will happen, I’ll acknowledge it and bring myself back to “Now”. Perhaps I’ll be rewarded with something equally as precious as the sound of a little boy’s rare laughter. Time goes quickly and I’d like to be present to as many as those special moments as possible. Those are the moments that it’s all about. Yum.

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Finding Resolve Within

March 29, 2010

It’s hard to end a friendship. “Tim” has been a friend of mine for over a year, and recently I’ve felt confusion around where I stand with him. He’s withdrawn from most people in recent months due to a personal challenge. But even before that he was often hot and cold.

I’ve attempted to be a good friend. I’ve offered a sympathetic ear and have strived to support him but feel my attempts have gone unappreciated. At times he is generous and kind, but more often feels unavailable and unresponsive. I felt he stopped valuing the friendship. Inconsistency doesn’t work too well for me, and so the question is, when is it time to cut the chord on a friendship that feels unreciprocated. I sent him an e-mail asking him to share what’s really going on with him, but he claimed he was too busy to reply. What I have come to understand is that “no answer” is an answer in itself, but I still wanted to be “the good friend” and offer him the benefit of the doubt.

Finally I composed a letter to him in my head asking if he could clarify how he feels; does he value my friendship and want me in his life, or would he prefer that I leave him be? And then I contemplated the answer I was hoping to receive. Really, if he doesn’t want me in his life, is he going to tell me? Based on past actions, probably not. He’s not the expressive type. I realized that I had begun to expect him to be someone he wasn’t. I also recognized that I was offering him the benefit of the doubt when he wasn’t deserving of it. It’s hard to end friendships but ultimately I believe actions speak louder than words. And it’s become essential to me to only pursue healthy relationships. When unsure I’ve learned to ask myself,

Does this friendship still serve me?

And if the answer is no, the friendship is over. I’m a busy gal and I deserve better. Talk is cheap. Show me the love.

So, that was that. I said goodbye to Tim in my mind and that was all I needed to do. Cutting the chord felt great. I didn’t need to actually write the letter. I no longer required his reply or validation. I found the resolve I was seeking on my own. And as I have discovered time and time again, THAT is always the deepest, most complete type of resolve; the resolve that comes from within.

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Premature Romanticizing and the Wisdom of Jennifer Love Hewitt

March 23, 2010

So Jennifer Love Hewitt is a smart gal. I read an interview with her recently, and in between discussing her new book and being ‘bedazzled”, she spoke about the concept of romantic love. Ultimately, she suggested that it was fine to romanticize a relationship once in it, but not a wise idea to do so, right at the start.

I couldn’t agree more. I just recently reconnected with someone who I’ve crossed paths with for over a decade, but never spent much time with. We’ve gone on a few dates and due to our familiarity, it’s created a unique comfort level and trust that usually takes much longer to develop. After a few lovely dates, he left for Peru, and to my surprise within a couple of days I found myself missing him. I’m a very selective dater, and so because this feeling is rare to me, I got excited about it. I began to think I might actually like this guy.

This is where it got interesting and became a classic example of “premature romanticizing”: We exchanged a couple of e-mails while he was away that I found myself disappointed by. For some reason, I was expecting him to share some sweet sentiments, but they weren’t offered. And after a few days of discomfort around my disappointment, I thought, “Jesus… he’s in Peru on a work trip, having an adventure, and we’ve only gone out a few times”. I became aware that I was completely projecting onto him what I was looking for and who I wanted him to be. (And of course, now that he’s left the country, I can easily turn him into the ideal man, since he can do no wrong, lol!) I realized that

How I was feeling, had NOTHING to do with him at all.

Again; we’d only gone on a few dates. I barely know the guy. Thank goodness I checked in with myself as soon as I recognized my discomfort. Our mind loves to play delusional tricks on us, doesn’t it?

So thanks Jennifer Love Hewitt, because my thoughts returned to your article. I was able to take a step back, and in witnessing my projections, was able to laugh at myself, and put my premature romanticized thoughts to a halt. I figure, perhaps I should go on at least a couple of more dates with him before I decide if he’s Mr. Wonderful. And if he’s not, I’m okay with that too. Apparently there’s a whole sea of fish out there. Think I’ll take my time and pick the right one. ;)

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Seeing the Light: Owning our Patterns

March 16, 2010

My girlfriend Sadie has been single as long as I’ve known her. She is beautiful, sweet, intelligent and successful. She actively dates and I hear the same stories over and over from her… He still hasn’t called. He called but he’s too busy to see her right now. He’s busy with work, so had to cancel again. It seems as though she is one of those women who can’t admit when a guy just isn’t that into her.

I am single myself, but I don’t share her experience. I know when a guy is interested. When I go out with him and he calls the next day asking me out to dinner, I know he’s in. If he doesn’t, he’s not. If he e-mails a sweet note, suggesting that he’s thinking of me, he’s interested, if he doesn’t, he’s not. I don’t waste my time on the “nots’.

But Sadie does. She continues to date the same guys over and over. And of course, her self-esteem decreases. And when she asks for my thoughts, I gently suggest that she is an active part of this pattern, and also that she deserves better. It’s up to her to demand it. But she is blind to the depth of this pattern. Once she acknowledges it, and is ready to invest in making shifts, her story will change. I have faith that day will come soon.

We all are blind in some way or another. And here’s the key to seeing the light: When we recognize a pattern: anything that keeps repeating, or anything that makes us feel stuck, it’s usually, at least partially, our own fault. We keep asking the universe, “Why does this keep happening to me?” And the answer, most likely is, “because you are allowing it to.” I played the part of the victim for many years. “No,” I would say, “It’s NOT me, how could it be?” And then, thank god, I realized I was walking around blindly.

Now I do my best to swallow my ego, and take ownership of my patterns. I’m actually grateful to discover when I’m ‘wrong’ about something, because it’s only then I’m motivated to make alternative choices that better serves me. And I’ll tell ya, life is a lot more fun, when you you’re not walking around in the dark; there’s a lot less tripping and banging into walls. ;)

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Looking for a Safe Place to Stand: Finding Peace in Impermanence

March 4, 2010

Recently I’ve been dealing with change; much of which is significant. The end of an old relationship, the beginning of new ones, my living situation, changing significant aspects of my career, etc…  Often in my past, I’ve become overwhelmed with this amount of change. The feeling of wanting “a safe place to stand” would arise. I would feel desperate to find that safe place where I could rest my head in order to calm my fears.

For some reason, although much uncertainty exists currently, I am finding that these said insecurities are not transforming into the paralyzing fear they once did. Somehow, instead, I am able to maintain a calm mind, allowing me to make new, proactive choices. This of course, is due to my ability to surrender to the nature of impermanence; something that even a year ago, I wasn’t nearly as skilled at doing.

There is essentially nothing that remains the same in life. The only thing we can always count on is change. And any time we “think” we have found stable ground, we find that sooner or later, the ground begins to fall beneath our feet. Our relationships are guaranteed to change or end, as do our jobs, and our physical bodies. So it makes sense, that

If change is the one constant in life, that we find a way to make peace with it.

Embrace it. Surrender. This of course, is easier said than done. I do my best to remind myself that it’s okay to feel whatever discomfort I’m feeling in these times. My meditation practice is imperative. The spaciousness that arises in this state, offers me calmness and clarity… and sometimes, that’s enough. I breathe in and breathe out.

In the end, I notice myself seeking a “safe place to stand” less and less. Knowing that all external security is fleeting, I prefer to seek peace by surrendering to the impermanence of things, rather than the so-called “solid ground”, which of course, it’s only solid for so long.

And once we no longer require the ground to create our false sense of security, it is then, that we begin to feel we can more effortlessly float through the challenges that arise in life…. And oh, how lovely a feeling that is.


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